Then it was a race to undress. We watched each other make a hasty attempt to dry off, and I don’t know about him, but I really wanted to be his towel as it caressed those muscled arms, that strong back, his taut tummy, those legs, that jutting cock, all while he stared at me with delicious intensity.
He tossed his towel aside and lay back against the chaise as if he’d always lounged on Victorian furniture. Then he shot me the Fireworks and crooked a finger at me.
I licked my lips. “I don’t know if I should come to a spider in his web.”
“You’ll come if you want to come,” he joked.
“I think I’m about to come right now.”
He laughed, and I moved closer, till he grabbed me by the hand and pulled me on top of him. I straddled him, just south of his hard length, and leaned in for a long, deep kiss.
He spoke softly when we took a breath. “Not to get technical, but I’ve been tested and haven’t been with anyone in a while.”
“You haven’t?”
“Not since you moved in, anyway. I — haven’t wanted to.”
Now that was interesting. And maybe just a little bit thrilling. “Really?”
A corner of his mouth turned up. “You’re all I’ve wanted since you answered my roommate ad.”
“Get out! In fact you did get out, over and over — you were never home. I thought you were out getting laid. You kept talking about your dates.”
“IimpliedI had dates. A man has his pride. It was torture to be home with you when you ignored me.”
“Ouch. I’m sorry.” And maybe I had ignored him. Maybe I’d been so obsessed with my unhappiness that I hadn’t seen happiness waiting for me, right in front of me.
“It’s OK. You’re here now. And as I was saying…” He ran his hands down my shoulders, then up my waist, skimming my breasts, making me suck in a breath.
“I’m clean, too,” I eked out, “and I never went off the pill.”
“So we don’t need to put a sock on it?”
“I don’t think socks are very effective.”
He gave my ass a light little smack, and I yelped, then grinned. Then slowly rubbed myself up and down his cock.
He groaned and somehow looked delighted at the same time. “Do you like being naughty?” he asked in low, mischievous voice.
“I haven’t had much of a chance in Loserville, but bring it on, big boy.”
He laughed again. “You vixen. This is going to be fun.” He slid a hand between us and flicked my clit.
I gasped, then ground against him again. “More.”
“So much more.” His voice was hoarser now. He slid two fingers in my slippery slit. “Fuck, you’re wet.”
“We have some towels.”
“Oh, I have something much better.” He was moving those fingers now, the dirtiest finger-painting ever, and I let my head fall back as I moved against his hand. When I heard about men being good with their hands, I never had anything quite like Landon’s dexterous digits in mind.
His other hand slipped behind me, brushing my crease, teasing me, and then he gripped a buttock as his fingers became more frenzied inside me, as his thumb teased my clit.
“God, Landon, I need you — need you to be inside me.” My voice was something I’d never heard come out of me before, half groan, half whisper.
“Yes, baby.” And his fingers were gone and he lifted me, centering me over him.
I slid down onto his thick shaft and gasped at his hot, hard, exquisite invasion of my body. It was so good without the condom.Hewas so good. And I felt so free with him, weirdly so. Was that because we were friends before we were lovers? We fit in more ways than I ever thought possible. I put my hands on his chest, squeezing, letting my breasts swing above his face. He pulled each breast to his mouth, sucking, tonguing the hard peaks. Then I pinched his nipples as I moved up and down on his cock. His long, low growl was the most erotic thing I’d ever heard.
